Amen to all of the above. My father bore a striking resemblance to "The Boz." I lost him in 1978. Dad always had to make sure he caught Boz's report, so we did too. Hate to say it, but times really were better then. Maybe we need a good weathership anchored off the mouth of the Columbia again... RIP.

He was Uncle Bill of 'The Uncle Bill Show,' (think: Ramblin' Rod), and wore a milk pail with a face hole cut out and spring 'antennas' sticking up on top, and hosted Cub Scout troops and such to watch cartoons on studio monitors before "3 ... 2 ... 1 ... blast off" in the rocket decor to close the show, go to black, and 'take' the network 'feed,' at KOTI TV, Klamath Falls, in 1957 and then some, as I'll always remember him.